British Bedmate

by Penelope Ward

Simon placed his wine glass down on the counter and took something out of his back pocket. It was his fortune from tonight. He smacked it down on the granite then said, “Happy birthday.” I stood there and watched as he then left to go back to his room. The small strip of paper was taunting me. I picked it up and read it. The greatest risk is not taking one.

“I know you loved him, and he’s Brendan’s father, but he didn’t deserve you. People don’t deserve to have things they don’t respect. He didn’t fucking deserve you, Bridget.” Tears streamed down her face. “How can you sound so sure?” “Because I am, luv. I’ve been insecure about having a relationship my whole life—meeting you changed that. You’ve made me better, more secure than ever, not the opposite. Love makes you stronger, not weaker.”